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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, by William Shakespeare

BLOW, blow, thou winterwind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

- by William Shakespeare, from As You Like It (1564-1616, English playwright)

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